I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2012 | 2023-02-08 16:30:19 | 51.72 | 94% |
| 208 | 2023-01-06 01:40:06 | 57.72 | 97% |
| 198 | 2023-01-06 01:26:44 | 52.04 | 97% |